Picture the scene: you and your flatmate are recovering from a raging hangover when the doorbell rings. You stumble to the door and, thanks to your journalistic enquiries, a man hands you a box containing what you have been hoping might be the world’s greatest hangover cure: Yorkshire pudding pizzas. To mark Yorkshire pudding day – a day so few people know about that marking it at all is an interesting choice – Morrisons have devised what is effectively a deep dish pizza inside the puffy batter of a pud. It is a food that, when announced the other day, put the whole of humanity (or at least the people I work with, hang out with and was raised by) in two very specific camps. You either detested this, or loved everything about the concept.
Reader, I was the latter. As a boy fascinated by Heinz baked beans pizzas in the freezer section of Safeway, I yearn for hybrid freezer foods the way Japanese tourists yearn for Paris. So I couldn’t have been more excited. 25 minutes in the oven and bam, it is there. It lacks in salt (which you wouldn’t have guessed from the gleaming red dietary warnings all over the front) but it otherwise completely works: the ragu slops about yes, but significantly less then gravy. I wanted more cheese but then I don’t think there’s anything that doesn’t benefit from additional dairy, and there’s something unsatisfying about the fact it requires cutlery. It comes in two flavours, and thank god the toppings are plentiful although they are far from well attached to the main piece: there was a lot of rummaging around in the roasting dish to move the majority of the meatballs and jalapeños back over onto the top. Also, and I don’t mean to go full John Torode, a second roasting of a Yorkshire pudding leaves the pudding a bit too crisp and dark.